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Thursday, November 21, 2013

GIRLS' NIGHT OUT

Bad Boys Series (Book 4)

Chapter 20

The
memory of Cory's body up against his had Brett shifting in his seat, unable to
find a comfortable spot. Early this morning he’d kissed her before taking off for Fort Worth. He’d not let her make him coffee when she asked and he’d not showered
to spend the last second he could with her in bed, underneath him as he drove
himself deep into her sweetness. Their parting kiss hovered in his thoughts as
the miles sped by. Her laughter, the way her eyes captured the light had kept
him from taking a deep breath and made leaving her damn near impossible.

During
the trip toward the training facility, the feel of her mouth swam in his mind as
he twisted the steering wheel in his hand. He’d not mentioned goodbye. The word
never crossed his lips. Hell no. Everything that went into their kiss spelled
out how he’d miss her and the promise of I’ll
see you soon.

Now,
back at the training facility he had to get is head on tight. One week to
prepare and he’d be playing in San Diego. Not too far for Cory to travel. He’d
offered to get her plane tickets, but she texted she’d drive down. He sat in
the trainer’s office, an ice pack on his shoulder.

“What
the hell happened to you?” Paul asked, a clipboard in hand. He scribbled notes,
rarely cracked a smile this go round, and then abruptly walked over to Brett. Ripping off several pieces of
tape he stuck to the side of the padded exam table, he glanced up. “Thought you
were quitting idiotic behavior.”

“Would
it make a difference if I said, this time I’m not guilty of losing my head?”

“Everyone
says that. This ain’t court.”

“Brothers
taking out their frustration. Nothing much to tell.”

“Oh,
shit. Even better. Tack that on your list to avoid in the future. Flex your
foot.” Paul began taping his ankle that had gotten twisted in the scuffle. The
trainer shouted out orders for other trainers to follow with more and more
players showing up for practice. “You’re on the radar of upstairs.”

“How
do you know?”

“Doesn’t
matter. I just do. And you’d better get with the program of walking the
straight and narrow. You want to play ball here next year or not.”

“If
we go to the Super Bowl, I’m hoping I’ll be invited back.”

“Of
course you would. But you putting your money on that one horse pony race? If this
team doesn’t make the playoffs, there’s going to be a rash of trades with New
York. Even New Jersey is eager to get a couple of our guys. The owners are
tired of the piss poor reputation of whore dogs this team has managed to
acquire. The wild parties, arrests, and the press coverage is getting to the
point of wanting to focus on that nonsense more so than how well the team is playing. It's
gonna stop. You’d better decide which side of the fence you’re on. You read
me?”

“Loud
and clear. Thanks, I’m not going to do something stupid.”

“Looks
like you opened a can of whoop-ass-stupid over the weekend.”

Shit,
he wasn’t going to defend himself. In part, he’d brought Cory’s brothers’ wrath
on him and just as he showed her his desire to curb her waywardness, he wasn’t
about to pussy out and make excuses to the McLemores or his trainer. He’d
fucked up. He wasn’t going to repeat that mistake. He’d had plenty of time on
the drive back to get his head together. It was time to make his moves where
Cory was concerned. Game on.

“You
gotta do the exercises, not talk about doing them. And take the meds. Damn
you’re more stubborn than a bull.” He grabbed a bottle off the shelf, then set
it down, picked up another and wung it over to Brett. “Merry Christmas.”

Brett’s
lips curled up at one corner. He held out his palm and she stared at the shiny
blue packet. Taking it, she swiped her fingertips over his skin and a jolt
zinged up her arm. “Sure you don’t want some help?” he asked in a low rasp.

“I
think I can do it.” She tore the pack and removed the circular disk of latex.
She turned the condom over in her hand and gently held onto his shaft.

“Grip
me, like you mean it. I’m hardly fragile, baby.” Oh he’d proven that today,
hadn’t he? His face was a mass of bruises, bumps, and cuts. She sucked in a breath over
what he’d take on account of her blockhead impulsive streak.

She
nodded and held his titanium shaft firmly, then rolled the condom down his
length. She dug her knees along the sides of his narrow hips, holding his fully
swathed cock up between her thighs. Lifting up, she swiped him over herself.
God, he felt incredible.

“I’m going to ride you until you come," she promised.

On
top of him, she began flexing her hips, finding that perfect combination of
moving faster while taking him deeper. His eyes darkened into shades of green she’d
known to exist inside the pine forests that surrounded the ranch. Only his
weren’t cool and shadowy. Flames were ready to burst from Brett’s gaze and
singe her skin. Her body was on fire riding on top of this man. He squeezed her
breasts, rolling her nipples in between his fingers as he told her how
beautiful she was fucking his brains out.

Heat
waves flash burned under her skin. She didn’t want this to end too soon and
slowed the rolling motion of her hips, throwing her head back, and making her hair
arc in the air. Droplets of perspiration flew from her face and strands of her
long hair stuck to the sweat dripping down her back. She’d been on stallions
that could take the distance under a summer sun as long as she didn’t give in
and let the beast’s power go to his incredibly gorgeous head. Fuck. Her
thoughts twisted, and the mercurial horse from her memory faded as the stud beneath
her gripped her hips.

“I want to fuck you like nobody’s business,” Brett said. He
began moving her, bending her body at just the right angle and there. Oh shit.
He found the perfect spot. And not by mistake. He thrust his cock into her a
little deeper, grazing her into a frenzied state of nail raking and commanding
her to move faster. “That’s it. Baby, give it to me.”

The exquisite feel of him devoured her senses.
In a rush of glowing light, her eyes rolled back in to her head. Brett reached
out for her fingers. He interlaced his with hers, pulling her upright. Opening
her eyes, she refocused on him.

“Not yet. This isn’t over. I want you to come
undone,” he said.

“Who
says I’m bowing out?” She pressed her weight down on his cock and gripped his
hips with her trembling thighs.

“Cowgirl,
give me what you’ve got.” He flexed his hips upward at the same time she lowered
her body. He filled her as she pressed forward. Her muscles burned,
contracted as she rose up and down him, weaving pleasure into tight ribbons
across her body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, refusing to be swept
away by the stream of aching emotions that filled her to the brink as she
cantered on top of him. Grinding herself along his length, and squeezing
herself all around him, she refused to back down or away from something this
dangerous, something that threatened to blast her apart. Their last night and
she’d not shy away from the man beneath her.

“Don’t
lie to me. I see you’re the one coming undone,” she murmured with the growing
explosion ready to overtake her and hurdle her over the brink.

“Baby, I’m there.” The muscles along his
shoulders and arms bunched. He grunted partial words, then shuddered. They both
were falling fast. His six-pack abs rippled into cords under her thighs.
His whole body contracted, and then her name spilled from his devious mouth.
Not once but several times. And then she let go, diving into the bliss the enveloped her completely.

How long had it been? Her breath still came in gulps. He gazed up her, his hands resting on her waist.

“That
was wild. Come here.” He opened his arms and she tumbled over his chest, her
hair plastered to her forehead. She inhaled the scent of his skin, listening to
the rapid beat of his heart, and closing her eyes wanting this moment to never
end.

Thank you for
reading!

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